Embarking On A New Odyssey
The alarm blared on, and with it, an anxiety spike so instantaneous that it spilled Christian upright with a hand to his forehead. His heart instantly kicked hard into gear, and for a wild moment, he found the bed empty and thought, “Fuck I missed him!” before he heard the shower running in the bathroom.
Holy damn.
He flopped back, grabbed his phone, and dismissed the alarm, bleary-eyed, and threw it aside into Darren’s spot. He had to take a long moment to rub his eyes while he just strove to get his life together and his heartbeat under wraps.
Today, was the day though. It was official.
It was bound to be busy, exciting, and terrifyingly new, and he was having all kinds of second thoughts, reservations, and terrors abounding over the oncoming moment in his life.
Travel? Planes? Photo ops? It was so fucking stupid, Christian felt like he was talking about someone else’s life, but, fuck if he hadn't committed. More, Darren was all but twisting his dumb ass out the door, for both his personal desires and Chris's. Everything in Christian was certain, it was the dumbest idea of all times.
However, deep down?
Part of him was a little excited.
He had been gearing for this particular day for months now; been busy making plans, and memorizing schedules, going over the rules and regulations of the airports, reserving a hotel room…just, thank God for Darren.
He at least knew how this shit went, and without him and his endless damn support, Christian wouldn’t have even thought to have a ride waiting for him upon arrival to New Orleans. Chris had been looking at one point at a flight with three layovers in a panic until Darren had just opened some app on his phone and got him a straight shot over the country.
Four hours and he’d touch the ground, meet with Owen at their hotel when he got in, and Christian wasn’t going to lie; he was fucking terrified. He didn’t even know how to check into a hotel and kept telling himself no one was just born knowing how to do any of it. People did this literally every single day on the Earth and were just fine. That the plane wasn’t going to crash and burn in a careening ball of fire from the sky and splatter his ass all over the tarmac, and that everything was going to go…fine.
He was fine.
Christian swallowed, and almost, almost just grabbed his phone to text Owen and bitch the hell out, and at that moment the door opened, and that beautiful blonde Godling came out, toweling down his wet hair. Chris forgot all about canceling a damn thing, seeing that heavily muscled, tanned, glorious body stroll naked and youthfully nubile from the steaming space.
Dear Lord above. Christian smiled happily at just the sight of him, felt something unknot in his chest a bit, and tousled his hair looking that smoking hot body over. “Morning.”
Darren tossed the towel on the chair back in passing and grinned, and damn but that smile never ceased to grab his dick and twist it. Chris laughed and was a little too pleased when that six-four slab of meat all but sprang forward and pounced on him in the mattress so hard he bounced under him, got trapped under the sheet, and had him wriggling and giggling like an idiot when that wide mouth just pressed to his forehead.
“Morning, babe. God damn but you are a sight for sore eyes.”
Christian was grinning with ridiculous levity and put hands all over that nape and shoulder suddenly delighted to be alive all over again. “I’ve literally been here the whole time.”
“I was in that shower for ages. I feel like I haven’t seen you in at least twenty minutes, boo.” He was such a fucking goon. Chris was cheesing his ass off while that mouth smoothed over his face, kissed a nice little path down over his jaw, and rolled him happily under that svelte heavier body. “It’s like torture. How the hell are we going to be apart for a week?”
Christian just turned his face back, eyes drifting under that lovely glide of lips, and kicked the sheet down now with a bright eager thrill, when those hands caught and raced along on the sleek contours of his sides. “I can always cancel?” He said it with real hope.
Darren laughed against his collarbones, eased back in a straddle over him, and Christian was pretty happy with the position; let his eyes wander that flat belly, over the amazing thick half-mast cock, and powerful thighs, and put a hand under his head to prop up before letting his other fingers follow the same path.
“You aren’t fucking canceling shit. Nice try, babe.” He smirked a bit, and just shifted under the suddenly interested hand rolling over all his bits and pieces with bright-eyed interest. “First, the reservation deposit isn't refundable now, and you know damn well I won’t even been here, so…” He pulsed happily under that hand and those stunning dark eyes just flicked up at him with an itty bitty happy little smile. “…Get over your pending panic attack.” Darren leaned back down, very happy with that glide of fingers, and found that soft mouth instead.
Honestly, Darren was thrilled for him.
He absolutely was. It had taken him, Owen, three calls from Eli, and then, a reinforcement call from the photographer Servio, and Joel even, to convince Christian of the merits of getting out into the world. They all had to remind him how much fun he had had the last time he had left the fucking house and soothe his rampant terrors over the impending scenario.
Servio had been the maverick in that uphill battle though and had assured Christian that it was all going to be very controlled; that no one was going to actually beat his ass into submission, that he was going to have to be in one piece one day to the next to shoot with all three of the other model’s. For that, Servio couldn’t have him beaten to hell and back between rides.
And because he wanted Christian so bad on the project, Servio had even pushed the shoot back just for the opportunity for Chris to meet the prospective candidates first, find out who he was comfortable with, and more importantly, allow them to settle in their rental house while Darren started his new school year in Colorado State.
On the flip side of that, Darren had also wanted to give Christian a breather after that previous March. God knew they had been through Hell and back. For a long time, Chris had been in therapy daily with Masha, trying to realign his mental health and work through a lot of internal shit. He had had nightmares for weeks of Mikael Mariol, of Darren dying, of being trapped in a garden, and would replay that ugly day Darren had been shot in his brother's backyard like it was on a reel.
Darren had not been cool with the idea of him leaving until he at least finally stopped waking up in a cold sweat, reaching for him desperately in a frantic panic attack.
Now though, December had rolled in and it had been a few months without an episode; Christian looked fresh as a daisy, and Darren couldn't help but notice that his nightmares had culled back when they had left Roster behind and headed back up into the mountains. Change of scenery maybe? He didn't know, but he was relieved. He still did Zoom sessions with Masha once every two weeks, since he refused to even attempt to find a new therapist he could go to in Colorado, but it worked for him and that was all Darren gave a damn about.
Extremely long story short, Servio had happily pushed everything back, rescheduled all of it, because he had taken one damn look at Christian and almost had a conniption. The Russian had exclaimed very loudly over a FaceTime, that he wanted Christian for the shots, whatever it took to make him comfortable. Servio had pushed it back from July to December on good faith and the assumption that Chris would make it before his Gallery Showing was due to open the following year in February.
So, in other-other words?
There was no damn way Chris wasn’t getting his ass in gear, and bitching out on the man.
However, right then, it surely didn’t hurt a damn thing to soothe that fevered brow with a little foreplay, or with a little light slap and tickle from Daddy.
His own thought made him grin against Christian's mouth, before sinking down between those very lax, delighted-to-accommodate-him type of thighs, and had the same thought he kept having, which was just, if and when this would ever stop being so fucking good between them?
Some days, it was like he rediscovered this man all over again, and this morning? It was so sweet; just a giggling, rolling, half-asleep little endeavor of real ease and pleasure between them.
Christian was still smiling and just flailed out for the side drawer, and finally had to break that kiss and look at what he was doing, bit his lip under on a doofy ass grin while that evil little mouth just took a new course down the side of his neck. Darren's lips trailed over his shoulder when he twisted, and felt that roll of heavy dick between his cheeks, while he battled the damn drawer open looking for that KY. “Baby, help me!”
“Mmm…” Was his only response, while that tongue just reached out to graze down his ribs. Chris squirmed, rocked with real enjoyment, and began to giggle when Darren found his naval before vanishing lower.
“Baby.” Christian finally got a hand on the damn thing, and flopped back, panting with real excitement, and rippled far too happily under that seek-and-destroy missile on his loin. He had a real moment of just pure joyous abandon, hips flexing just watching the man roll down like a dream had towards his tasty bits. “I don’t think we have time…oh, fuck me.” He hissed and just shut his damn mouth when that mouth closed around him.
Chris would give the man this; practice was making perfect, and Darren had gotten to the point where he was wrecking Christian now with the head when he offered out anymore. Just spine bending, thigh quaking, toe-curling pleasure had, and part of that was skill, and the other half was just the man himself. “Fuck…Oh, God.” Christian dropped the lube and just curled his fingers in that damp hair instead, and damn near thumped his foot it was so damn good. “Baby, please don’t stop. Oh my God.”
Darren loved it. He really did. Chris vocal was about the cutest damn thing he had ever heard and during sex anything? It was so damn hot, he loved to hear that panting, almost whine of tone. Loved to watch this fluid, beautiful creature ripple and rock and roll under him. Today, though, he also wanted to just sate what was sure to be, a long damn time apart.
It had occurred to him in the shower, that they had seen each other, every day, for almost a year, in whatever capacity, and this was about to be the first separation between them as a couple.
No bedtime cuddles, no sweet skin or thigh-snacks to nom on, or waking up to see this human person next to him. It wasn’t just Chris having a minor moment over it but it was good for them both. Darren did know that. Logically.
Still sucked but he was going to be gone on his own mini-adventure as it was. Frankly, he would have rather gone to New Orleans for a week of debauchery and fun, than go to the family cabin to deal with Drew's relapse and recovery on a "boys outing" with his dad and Caleb.
But this was nice, and they had over an hour before they had to be at the airport. More than enough time to rock his beautiful sweet lover's world, get it in, and go.
And rock it he did until he felt that nice little excited flex in his mouth, and Chris scrambled with little leg kicks, arched that back for him, and almost keened out, “Baby, please…God. Please just fuck me already.”
It was good and made Darren laugh around that precarious appendage before coming back up, finding that discarded bottle and that panting hot little mouth while he popped the top, braced up on his knees, and spread some on his fingers. “I love you so much, Chris. You know this?” He bit that lower lip and those dark eyes were drowning on him and made his chest tighten they were so gorgeous.
“Yeah.” Chris caught his face, pulled it back down a little desperately, and smoothed his thighs over his with eager anticipation. “I know, baby, I love you too.”
Darren knew he did, and pressed back down, hucked the bottle to the floor, and just slipped a hell of a lot of dick into hole, and Lord above, but it was always amazing.
Chris sank back, his hands fell back and those eyes shut, and Darren just…fuck he got him with it. Every time. So amazingly good, and those hips could roll in ways that turned him inside out and dropped-kicked him across time and space all.
It was an amazing way to start the morning, that was for sure, and he was sure, he was going to need that "amazing" for the odyssey ahead.
